Welcome, seeker of shadows and giggles, to the land where silhouette meets silliness. Here, the sun rises slower to enjoy its reflection in the puddles of time. Ever seen a shadow jog? It's an absolute hoot. Dance with the phantoms and they may show you their secret nod to the universe.
One day, while I was pondering the existential crises of my morning toast (butter side down, naturally), I thought—what if clocks had knees? They'd probably kick time in the face and say, "Five more minutes, please!" The punctuality of clockwork is nothing but a conspiracy, I tell you. Read about their rebel ways.
Another riddle: If a schedule screams silently in the forest, does it echo on Monday? Only the squirrels know, as they bury procrastination and harvest ambition during the fall semester of life. And don't forget to flip the hourglass for dessert! Acquaint with the temporal jell-o.